He startles and flies—
but for a moment, a pool of warmth,
a pool of stillnesss, for a moment

He startles and flies—
but for a moment, a pool of warmth,
a pool of stillnesss, for a moment
I didn’t ask the caterpillar
with its antennae tangled
criss-cross in a cobweb
if it wanted to be healed,
by Stephen Cecchini Wildflowers They sway …